78 THE IRRIGA 710 .V A GE. 



the art of irrigation, but that it was car- canals in such a manner as to catch all the- 



ried on in a very skillful and scientific storm water before it was absorbed by 



manner, loose sand at the mountain's base. 



"Under the lava which covers hundreds voirsat convenient places stored the water, . 



of square miles are found traces of ce- which was led in cem-nted ditches aci 



mented ditches and reservoirs that are loose soil to the various points where it 



marvels of civil engineering. Ditches was required. Chasms were < 



wound in and out at the base of the moun- viaducts." 

 tain ranges, following the sinuosities of the 



DAYS GONE BY. 



the days gone by! 0, the days gone by! 



The apple in the orchard and the pathway through the rye; 



The chirrup of the robin and the whistle of the quail, 



As he piped across the meadows sweet as any nightingale; 



When the bloom was on the clover and the blue was in the sky r 



And my happy heart brimmed over in the days gone by. 



In the days gone by, when my naked feet were tripped 

 By the honeysuckle's tangles, where the water lilies dipped, 

 And the ripple of the river lipped the moss along the brink 

 Where the placid-eyed and lazy-footed cattle come to drink 

 And the tilting snipe stood fearless of the truant's wayward cry, 

 And the splashing of the swimmer in the days gone by. 



0, the days gone by! 0, the days gone by! 

 The music of the laughing lip, the luster of the eye; 

 The childish faith in fairies and Aladdin's magic ring, 

 The simple, soul-reposing, glad belief in everything, 

 When life was like a story, holding neither sob nor sigh, 

 In the olden, golden glory of the days gone by. 

 James Whitcomb Riley in the St. Louis Republic. 



